Megumi could never see himself becoming romantically interested in anyone, but here he was: flushed pink and pacing in his room over you—someone he was supposed to hate—a so-called traitor of Tokyo Jujutsu High.

Stupid! He pinched the bridge of his nose and tilted his head back, feeling the start of a headache begin ebbing against the front of his temples. The ravenette was overthinking things, as he often did. He couldn't help but admit to himself that yes, he was indeed worried about your well-being. They're not going to be executed, get a hold of yourself.

Megumi did not anticipate how intense his feelings for you, let alone any romantic interest would be. He felt sick to the stomach more often than not, his legs shaking and wobbling like jelly as he'd end up in a perpetual state of lightheadedness. A mental rollercoaster, constantly getting caught in his own thoughts and spiraling over nothing.

A sharp breath left his lips as someone loudly knocked on his bedroom door. The rapping of their fist against his door frantic and worried. He grit his teeth and rushed over, running a hand through his tousled hair. He felt heart skip a beat after pulling the door open and finding himself face-to-face with you.

"You're right here, aha!" Megumi sputtered before he could stop himself, the blush on his cheeks only intensifying as his eyes grew wide as saucers.